{"id":137,"date":"2006-09-17T11:52:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-17T17:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.laughingmonkey.org\/?p=137"},"modified":"2006-09-17T11:52:00","modified_gmt":"2006-09-17T17:52:00","slug":"137","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/?p=137","title":{"rendered":"The Men That Don&#8217;t Fit In"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I rediscovered this poem recently and liked it all over again. Which is mostly noteworthy primarily because I&#8217;m not a big poetry buff.<\/p>\n<p><b>The Men That Don&#8217;t Fit In<\/b>, by Robert Service<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a race of men that don&#8217;t fit in,<br \/>\nA race that can&#8217;t stay still;<br \/>\nSo they break the hearts of kith and kin,<br \/>\nAnd they roam the world at will.<br \/>\nThey range the field and they rove the flood,<br \/>\nAnd they climb the mountain&#8217;s crest;<br \/>\nTheirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,<br \/>\nAnd they don&#8217;t know how to rest.<\/p>\n<p>If they just went straight they might go far;<br \/>\nThey are strong and brave and true;<br \/>\nBut they&#8217;re always tired of the things that are,<br \/>\nAnd they want the strange and new.<br \/>\nThey say: &#8220;Could I find my proper groove,<br \/>\nWhat a deep mark I would make!&#8221;<br \/>\nSo they chop and change, and each fresh move<br \/>\nIs only a fresh mistake.<\/p>\n<p>And each forgets, as he strips and runs<br \/>\nWith a brilliant, fitful pace,<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s the steady, quiet, plodding ones<br \/>\nWho win in the lifelong race.<br \/>\nAnd each forgets that his youth has fled,<br \/>\nForgets that his prime is past,<br \/>\nTill he stands one day, with a hope that&#8217;s dead,<br \/>\nIn the glare of the truth at last.<\/p>\n<p>He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;<br \/>\nHe has just done things by half.<br \/>\nLife&#8217;s been a jolly good joke on him,<br \/>\nAnd now is the time to laugh.<br \/>\nHa, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;<br \/>\nHe was never meant to win;<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s a rolling stone, and it&#8217;s bred in the bone;<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s a man who won&#8217;t fit in.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I rediscovered this poem recently and liked it all over again. Which is mostly noteworthy primarily because I&#8217;m not a big poetry buff. The Men That Don&#8217;t Fit In, by&#8230; <a href=\"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/?p=137\">Read more &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[5],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-about-me"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/laughingmonkey.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}